End: More Cum

Lois Lane had never squirted hot oil into her pussy...but that was what it felt like, as the scorching liquid spurted into her deepest parts...and then as she stared down in horror at the white goo that dripped down out of her cunny, her heart sank.

"You know, sweetmeat, you keep that up and the rabbit might just die," Angelica Blaze's strange, accented voice was a whisper in the reporter's ear. Lois turned, and felt her face flush as she came face-to-face with the dickgirl's dangling girlcock.

"Blaze!" Lois said. "I didn't...when did you..."

"Oh, I can be quiet when I need to," Angelica said. "Especially when other people are making so much noise."

The reporter looked over to where Cynthia was practically humping the nozzle of the douche. Tonya Wong sucked on the older woman's clit. The drunk businesswoman's thighs quivered as water sprayed into her cunny, and her loud moans reminded Lois of a cat in heat...

"You know, there's a better way to get that cum out of your pretty little cunt," Blaze said as she dropped into a squat in front of the reporter.

Lois stared down, past the small breasts with the puffy pink nipples. The top of Angelica's dick almost grazed the ground...but even as she watched, Lois saw the cock start to thicken, then rise. Moment by moment the skin stretched, the veins began to bulge near the surface, the soft purple head swelled out and rounded, until it was at least twice it's size, skin taut and shiny. The urethra stared at her like a one-eyed snake.

Angelica's hands rubbed the reporter's thighs, bringing Lois back to what the dickgirl was saying.

"The glans is designed to scoop semen out of the vagina. It's a reproductive trick. Jealous maters, trying to gain a breeding advantage. Of course, we can simply use it to help you clean out your pussy..."

Lois blinked. She realized, belatedly, that she was much drunker than she had thought she was.

"I think you just want to fuck me again," the reporter said, carefully measuring her words.

"Yes," Blaze said. "So how about it?"

The reporter stared at the dripping goo oozing out of her pussy. She could still feel some it, deep inside of her. Next door, Cynthia howled as her whole body shivered in some kind of cunt-destroying climax. One of the other girls was already there with a drink as the older woman sagged against the walls, Tonya Wong carefully licking her pussy clean.

It was at that moment that Lois realized she wanted that. Not necessarily getting her pussy eaten out, but that kind of relaxed, casual, fuck-me-while-you-can-life's-too-short attitude.

"Yeah, okay," Lois said.

Which is why the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter's night out ended with her back pinned to the wall as Angelica Blaze pumped her cock in and out of the reporter's overflowing cunt. The other women Lois had come to find carried Cynthia Johns away, to be dressed and shuffled into a cab. The dickgirl's mouth found Lois Lane's own, and the drunk, satiated reporter clung to the dark-haired dickgirl's shoulders as her heels bounced on Blaze's buttocks...and she couldn't tell, at that moment, how much of the cum inside her cunny was new and how much was old...

Tomorrow, there would be regrets and recriminations, worries and calls to the pharmacy, hangover and self-medication, phone calls and hours of furious typing as Lois Lane put together her story on the co-eds who had found their calling in whips and chains, pussy-licking and sexual massages rather than schoolbooks and degrees...and all through the day, as Blaze's jizz slowly oozed out of her deepest places and stained her panties, Lois would think of her experiences that night...and wonder when, or if, she would ever have the courage to go back, to whip Cynthia Johns' cunny again, to take her own turn in the rack, to let herself go and be taken, damn the consequences...

...but that was the future, and right now, Lois Lane was sucking on Angelica Blaze's tongue as her cervix spasmed and swallowed the fresh load of babymakers into her womb. Never in her life had thought of Superman been so far away...and all the thoughts of what might have been vanished from her mind as she fixated on the here, the now, and the thick cock plugging up her tight cunt.

This has been a great night out, Lois Lane thought to herself.